His first excited wiggle in his "new" bed. And yes, Mr. Shorty-pants needs a bit of a boost to get up in his bed.
Loving it!
Daddy giving Abram "the talk"" about needing to stay in the bed.
We put some cushions down just in case. (The lights were actually off when I took this picture.)
The morning report: He did GREAT! When he woke up this morning, he still called for us to come get him. I'm sure that will change soon though. While Abram is doing great with the change, I'm not sure how well his mama is doing with it. :) The first straw was taking the tray of his booster seat downstairs to put away a week or so ago. And now the crib is gone.
The problem is that even when we get our three kids from Africa, Abram will still be my baby. And my baby is no longer a baby. And I don't know if we'll ever get another baby again. I dream of adopting another baby (DOWN THE ROAD!), but I don't know what God's plans are for us.
What I do know is that God is faithful and His plans are far better than what I could ever come up with on my own. I'm glad I can trust Him with all of these sad and mixed feelings I have at times when I realize we are moving out all things "baby."
3 comments:
Oh Jen I totally understand!! The whole, "this is the last baby phase of ____" is one of the reasons why I was thinking I "might" not be done with kids with Sammy. I hope you get a baby someday down the road. :)
congrats on the big boy bed! i know what you mean about them growing up. i look at natalie and i see how big she is but then i know how i will look back at how LITTLE she was when she was just three.
CRAZY! I can't believe he is a big boy. If this goes well at your house I might just have the courage to do it at our house :)
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